Game Over

I've felt like these last couple of weeks have been me crawling through scorpion invested quicksand with birds pecking my eyes out while having an asthma attack (pretty scary stuff that asthma).... in France (isn't everything worse in France?). I've had like a couple girls come onto me in the last little bit... one of them married with three kids. I'm tired of being so attractive... just can't help I guess. I've pretty much already said my goodbyes like five times. The only comeback I have to others missionaries is "Well, I guess I should just go home then." Pretty much funny everytime. Did anyone else feel like they were dying slow deaths at the end of their missions?
What's odd is that we had two baptisms suddenly out of nowhere. People who i had been working with for months who I didn't think would be ready for a long time. Yet still I felt like i was slowly sawing off my own leg. I've stayed pretty good though... lots of service and such.
Please everyone... pray that I get through this and I'm not a super weird, no social skills, stuck in my mission, can't find a girl, and maybe should like guys return missionary. Actually, pretty much through this so just pray for the second part. 3 days playas!!!!!

Flawless Victory!

and Guard Duty is gay...